But what is it called when creatures
On this earth curl and sleep, when
Shadows of moons we don’t know
Brush across our faces?
—“Naming of the Heartbeats” by Aimee Nezhukumatathil
There are moons we do not know
Distanced across space.
Do these unseen mysteries
Send their shadows outward
Beyond their limited orbits
Into the world of my room
Trailing the faintest touch
Of awareness, something drifting
Over my face to alter
The inner tides within my dreams?
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